In last nights dream; a small child found a rock outside one day and shared it with the Mother. It was a golf-ball sized rock, dark green with specks of black covering most of the surface. This is, at the very least, the way I remember it. This was a rock that I saw in the child's headboard above the bed which had shelves in it filled with things that felt safe. There were rocks already but this one was the first that had been an amorphous, polished and tumbled, vibrant and colorful version of a rock. That was all the dream had to offer.

Ocean Jasper, I believe it was called. This was the rock that months before I had place on a statue of Buddha sitting on a totem like pedestal out in the front of a mechanics workshop. Today, I walked by the mechanics ship and up to the statue, to find the rock was missing. Quickly I dug in my pockets and pulled out the rock I carried with me today, and placed it in his palm.